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“Shit,” exclaimed Ed. “It was great of the company to send us on this retreat, but there’s no women around. I’m about ready to call an escort service.”
“There is that one over there,” observed Hector.
“There’s a guy already chatting her up,” Ed said.
Ed and Hector, along with their colleagues D’Andray and Joe, were sitting at a table in the hotel/conference center bar. The HR director had picked them as a team to develop plans for increasing diversity at their company, and they were sent here to be free to do just that.
It was obvious why they were picked: Ed Scanlon was a nice, white Irishman; Hector Colon was Latino from Puerto Rico; D’Andray Johnson was clearly black; and Joe Takahashi was third generation Japanese. They had arrived in the morning, had their first sessions, and already had some good ideas on paper. Now it was Saturday night. They wanted some action, but there was none to be had. Then she walked in.
Classy. Beautiful. Hot. Very hot. Even in her casual dress. There was one other man in the bar, but he wasn’t interested in women. He had his laptop open to a spreadsheet; a scotch and soda was his only companion.
“Well, well, well,” declared Joe. “Who’s going after her?”
“She looks ripe,” observed Hector, “definitely in need of some attention. How about you, Ed?”
“That wouldn’t be fair to you guys,” he replied. “I have a better idea. Let’s see if she’ll go for all of us. Free use for as long as she’s here. She can get plenty of attention that way. And if she says no, we’re all even anyway; no one gets her.”
“It wouldn’t work if we all go up to her,” Joe opined. “Let’s send D’Andray; that’ll test if she’s open to our diversity team.”
And so it came to pass that D’Andray rose from his seat and approached the beauty at the bar.
“Looks like you could use some company, Ma’am,” he said with his sweetest smile. “My name is D’Andray. May I have the honor of buying you a drink.”
“There is that one over there,” observed Hector.
“There’s a guy already chatting her up,” Ed said.
Ed and Hector, along with their colleagues D’Andray and Joe, were sitting at a table in the hotel/conference center bar. The HR director had picked them as a team to develop plans for increasing diversity at their company, and they were sent here to be free to do just that.
It was obvious why they were picked: Ed Scanlon was a nice, white Irishman; Hector Colon was Latino from Puerto Rico; D’Andray Johnson was clearly black; and Joe Takahashi was third generation Japanese. They had arrived in the morning, had their first sessions, and already had some good ideas on paper. Now it was Saturday night. They wanted some action, but there was none to be had. Then she walked in.
Classy. Beautiful. Hot. Very hot. Even in her casual dress. There was one other man in the bar, but he wasn’t interested in women. He had his laptop open to a spreadsheet; a scotch and soda was his only companion.
“Well, well, well,” declared Joe. “Who’s going after her?”
“She looks ripe,” observed Hector, “definitely in need of some attention. How about you, Ed?”
“That wouldn’t be fair to you guys,” he replied. “I have a better idea. Let’s see if she’ll go for all of us. Free use for as long as she’s here. She can get plenty of attention that way. And if she says no, we’re all even anyway; no one gets her.”
“It wouldn’t work if we all go up to her,” Joe opined. “Let’s send D’Andray; that’ll test if she’s open to our diversity team.”
And so it came to pass that D’Andray rose from his seat and approached the beauty at the bar.
“Looks like you could use some company, Ma’am,” he said with his sweetest smile. “My name is D’Andray. May I have the honor of buying you a drink.”
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